Saturday, April 2, 2011

Jesus, I Come

Out of my bondage, sorrow and night,Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,Jesus, I come to Thee;Out of my sickness, into Thy health,Out of my want and into Thy wealth,Out of my sin and into Thyself,Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of my shameful failure and loss,Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,Jesus, I come to Thee;Out of earth’s sorrows, into Thy balm,Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm,Out of distress to jubilant psalm,Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of unrest and arrogant pride,Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;Into Thy blessed will to abide,Jesus, I come to Thee;Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,Out of despair, into raptures above,Upward for aye on wings like a dove,Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;Into the joy and light of Thy home,Jesus, I come to Thee;Out of the depths of ruin untold,Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,Ever Thy glorious face to behold,Jesus, I come to Thee.

These words met me where I was at today. To come to Jesus with brokenness, tears, and pain and be met by love and grace is a humbling and beautiful thing. Jesus, I come to Thee.